By Jimp

At the edge of town is a large common popular with residents and constantly under pressure from greedy property developers in league with corrupt politicians. On a nice warm teacher’s training day like today (like they don’t have time during the Summer holidays), many kids hang out there. Extending out of town a good mile or more, it is bordered by rivers, farmland and woods. At the far end, woodland paths lead up a green-sand hill to a bird sanctuary. I was hoping to see Mary, a girl younger than myself but incredibly tall and full-figured for her age that made her seem older. I had a really bad crush on her and thought her stunningly beautiful. I’d seen the creeps eyeing her up and knew if I didn’t make my move soon, some smooth-talker would charm and spoil her. Problem was every time I tried to speak to her, my mind got so muddled I couldn’t get anything coherent out of my mouth. Also she was usually with my younger sister, Jackie, and her other friends making it impossible to speak with her alone.

“Wotcha Bobby!” a young chirpy voice piped up from behind. I jumped, not realising that someone had crept up on me. Twirling around I saw Ling Chan smiling at me. I’d known her since we were kids as one of my sister’s best friends. As I looked at her, I had to admit that she was no longer an annoying little kid but had become a rather cute teenager. Her almond-shaped eyes bore right into me in the most appealing puppy dog manner, with big doe-like dark brown irises delineated by thick dark lashes beneath delicate eyebrows. “Wotcha doing?” she asked in a strange mix of local and Chinese accents. A wide smile from a small mouth with luscious full lips pushed up her wide high cheekbones in a small rounded face. It was the kind of infectious smile that you automatically smiled back at. “Er, nothing. Just hanging around” I replied somewhat sheepishly. Her complexion was flawless and enhanced by a natural light yellow tan skin tone. The smile got even wider beneath her cute button nose while my eyes traced the straight black hair framing her petite face, flowing softly from a floppy fringe, over her ears and cheeks before falling well below her shoulders.

Ling stood around 4 foot 6 to my 5-9 with a slender body to match. She wore a white blouse, crisply ironed and buttoned all the way to the neck around which hung a red bow tie. Over this was a smart light double-breasted blue jacket that came down to her slim hips. I struggled to keep my eyes above her waist for she wore the tiniest of skirts, a blue tartan pleated skirt that left little for the imagination. Her legs were bare down to a pair of white socks and shiny black slip-on shoes with sensible flat heels. Their slenderness made them look really long in comparison with her height and body-shape which together with that tiny skirt were certainly eye-catching. Aware that I was staring, I felt guilty and uncomfortable for the feelings they stirred up. It was not unusual to find Ling in her school uniform even on an “off” day but being so petite and slim, it just made her seem that much younger than she actually was, making fancying her in one uncomfortable.

I had seen pictures on the net of these adorable startlingly beautiful wide-eyed Japanese lovelies dressed in very short school uniforms. It made me nervous for looking fearing The Police would smash down the front door at any moment and cart me away as a Paedo. It was a disturbing revelation that Ling now made me feel exactly like that after having known her for so long.

“Who you’re waiting for?” she asked before turning her back to me in a motion that made the pleats of her skirt billow out. I found myself staring at a pert little backside with only a skimpy pair of white briefs separating tight rounded buttocks. Orrr what a backside! I loved how her knickers seemed moulded tightly to delightfully pleasing contours. How was a red-blooded hetero teenaged boy meant to cope with a sight like that? That small compact behind caused an uncontrollable spread of stiffness across my groin. “Wotcha looking at, Bobby?” Ling asked with a cheery smile looking back at me over her shoulder. I felt my face flush. “N ... nothing” I stammered. “You are waiting for Treena, aren’t you?” she declared. “No!” I exclaimed not wanting to think about the young gymnast my sister tried to set me up with [BOBP#06]. “She’s very nice” Ling continued. “She’s only a kid! much too young!” I protested. “Oh Bobby!” she laughed “A few years age difference is nothing”. “Do you think I’m too young?” she asked. I would have answered yes but the sight of her sweet face looking back at me over her shoulder while she leant forwards slightly, exposing the lower curves of a sexy backside filled me with indecision. “Mary” she exclaimed. “Where?” I said with too much enthusiasm, trying to see where she was looking. “She went shopping with Jackie or something” she told me with a knowing smile.

Crestfallen and feeling down I idly picked up a short piece of stick that had fallen off a tree and began toying with it. Ling faced me. “Never mind Bobby. I’m here to keep you company” she said cheerfully. “Can you break that with your hands?”. The question threw me but I glanced at it. It was about 4 inches long and half an inch thick. Applying pressure at both ends I found it was pretty stout. “No, it’s too thick. Why?” I asked. “Here, let me show you something that will cheer you up” she said stretching out a hand. I handed it over then she twirled around again with the pleats fanning around the top of her bare legs in the most exciting manner. “Oh God!” I murmured looking away quickly as she pulled up the back of her skirt. “Watch Bobby, you’ll like this” she promised. I looked back and was gob-smacked by the sight of a small taut bubble-butt. Orr what an arse! I couldn’t stop staring. I never knew Ling had such an incredibly hot backside. I stared in confusion as she tried to position the stick lengthwise with the ends wedged between her buttocks. It looked uncomfortable and awkward as she tried to get it to stay in place. Not that I minded as I was enjoying the view of one of the most arousing behinds I’d ever seen. Finally the stick stayed in position held across the middle of her knickers by her buttocks alone. “Wow that’s amazing Ling!” I gasped.

“No, silly. Watch” Ling told me. With a sudden muscular twitch of her buttocks the stick snapped in two with a loud crack. The front of my trousers gave an almighty lurch of stiffness. I was speechless, unable to get my mind around what had just happened. “Pretty strong arse, yes?” Ling giggled then began flexing her backside in a manner that made my stiffness worse. I was stunned to realise that this petite sleight Oriental girl had strong sexy glutes. Orr I groaned mentally at the tightness of her pert little behind. “Wanna put your face in there so I can see if I can break it?” she chuckled. “Oh God I want to put something in there alright” I groaned. “What was that Bobby?” she asked turning around to face me once more.

After that sexy display of wood snapping, I had no problem admiring her sleek legs as smooth tanned flawless things of beauty. Ling wasn’t a little kid any-more but was a real hottie and I wanted to snog her badly. “Ling, er, I was, er wondering” I tried to summon courage. “Yes, Bobby?” she seemed to be encouraging me with a smile. Before I could say another word, the peace was shattered by the sound of a loud motorbike hurtling towards us. Startled we stared as it pulled up before us and the rider removed his helmet to reveal a mop of curly hair. That’s when there came a voice that I never wanted to hear again. “Oi! Priest!” Glenn or Judo Boy as he preferred to be called stormed towards me. “You owe me big time, Priest” he shouted.

Much older than myself, Glenn was taller and heavier, he was OK but could be a right bastard at times bullying other boys with his Judo. “B ... but it wasn’t my fault Jackie got the better of you” I protested [JACKIE#3]. “I’d loved to have seen that” Ling sniggered by my side. “Tell your little girlfriend to shut her mouth or I’ll shut it for her” he snarled. “Why don’t you ride your smelly noisy bike into the river?” Ling snapped. “With you on it” she added looking as tough as a small cute girl can, glaring defiantly. Ling looked so tiny and frail by comparison to the big hulking Glenn standing well over 6 foot and heavily built, although not with muscle. Not that I would dare say it to his face. Irritated, he loomed over her glaring at her impudence trying to intimidate her. However she would not back down and glared right back. I felt the urge to protect her. “Let her go, Judo-Boy. It’s me you want not her” I said. “Fair enough” he replied glaring daggers at me.

“Judo Boy?” Ling scoffed loudly. “Mister Blobby more like” she laughed. Oh crap! Glenn went scarlet with rage. “Ling, shut up!” I hissed. “Listen to your boyfriend little girl before I slam you so hard into the ground they will never get you out” he growled menacingly. “I’d like to see you try with that beer-gut” she chuckled then turned her back on the fuming hulk. “Judo Boy no!” I cried out in alarm as he closed the gap with his big arms reaching out to encircle her tiny waist. Ling’s hands clutched at his as he pulled her back against his body. “Judo Boy, let her go, she’s only a girl” I pleaded. But he ignored me as with his face set in dreadful glee he began to lift her off the ground intent on hurting her in a crushing bear-hug. A flick of her short pleated skirt as a knee rose then fell. “Ow!” Her shoe stomped down upon his toes. An elbow swung around at shoulder height as she twisted at the waist. “Arrrg!” the back of her elbow smashed his face. Her left arm swung down and behind like a pendulum driving a small fist between his legs. “Orrragh!” he dropped her as his big pudgy face screwed up in agony.

With right arm bent and left hand over the fist it sped behind her. “Broaghhh!” Glenn’s cheeks ballooned as the point of her elbow pounds his belly like a drum, plunging all the way in. His mouth pursed before an explosion of breath left his lips and his upper body creased over at a right-angle as if bowing to the superiority of the little schoolgirl. Spinning around, Ling grabbed the back of his head pulling it further forward. Compact balls of hard jutting clefted muscle stretched her socks tight as they launched her to an amazing height. With flying pleats and a glimpse of skimpy white knickers tightly stretched across her crotch, her hands grabbed the back of his head moments before her knee made contact with his jaw. His face whipped towards the sky in a spray of spit as his knees buckled beneath him. “How about that for girl power Mister Blobby?” she chuckled “one playful knee to the face and you’re finished”. A great bulk of a man shaky on his legs in front of a tiny girl, Glenn glared at her as he tried to steady himself to throw a punch towards her face. “Pathetic!” she laughed skipping back out of reach. “Wanna dance?” she chuckled “high kick dance?”. A little skip with an exhilarating ripple of hardness beneath her socks, her right leg was a blur powering her shoe straight into his face with a glimpse of panties and an explosion of blood from his mouth as his head snapped back before collapsing to his knees staring numbly at the bare legs, socks and short skirt of the little girl who had just put him down.

Ling’s right hand flew out and seized him by the throat, her dainty fingers dug right in and closed around his windpipe. “Urkkk!” his eyes opened wide in disbelief as the small teen squeezed his trachea. Shocked to find steely fingers choking his neck he had no choice but to rise unsteadily as her hand moved vertically with deliberate slowness and exciting dominance. “You’ve gone bright pink like Mister Blobby” she chuckled bringing his face level with hers. Glenn’s meaty hands flew to his neck to try and peel her hand away but found them clamped tight. Smiling sweetly a tanned thigh and shapely calves sheathed in socks slammed a bare knee straight into his balls like an express train crushing them firmly against his pelvis. “Kkkkkk!” a horrid clicking croak left his mouth as his body tried to jerk forwards even more. With her fingers around his windpipe and her knee firmly lodged at the apex of his legs, Ling cruelly choked off any sound while twisting her knee as if trying to screw his balls into his body with a cold-hearted relentlessness that made her incredibly exciting and dangerously sexy.

She stared coldly into his eyes. “Hands off” she warned. Of course he wasn’t going to let a schoolgirl get the better of him. “If that’s the way you want, I’m only too happy to oblige” she said smiling sweetly. The look of relief on his face as her knee fell away from his balls was short-lived as it rocketed back up as if powered by an industrial spring. Despite her size it blasted into his groin with such force he jerked up onto his toes. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream as his hulking body shook visibly. With his windpipe captive, Ling forced him to look at her for several moments, not saying a word. Her sheer dominant attitude stunned me and I was strongly turned on by it. “I won’t tell you again” she warned with a sharp edge to her youthful voice. “Remove your hands or my knee will pound your balls to mush and then I will rip out your wind-pipe and shove it up your backside” she threatened. With face bright red and mouth soundlessly moving, Glenn reluctantly complied. Looking him straight in the eyes from barely an inch away, Ling told him softly “One little squeeze”. Her fingers tightened around his windpipe. “Kkkk! Kkk!” his eyes flew wide open in horror while making frantic clucking noises. “And I can put you right out” she sneered. “Permanently if I wanted” then laughed at the terrified expression on his beetroot red face.

“Listen good, Mister Blobby” standing at her full height, he was bent double with his face level with hers with hers. I had never seen her so coldly cruel and dominating like this before and I saw her in an exciting new light. She left a long pause forcing him to stare into her eyes as if he needed reminding who was in charge. “Are you listening?” she asked then slid her knee between his legs then slowly withdrew it allowing her long sock-covered shin to slide along the bottom of his nuts and shaft then re-inserted it again. Despite being throttled he closed his eyes which twitched beneath the lids enjoying the sensation of the top of her silky smooth bare thigh sliding back and forth against the bottom of his groin. “Or are you too busy trying to jerk off on my leg?” she asked. The knee suddenly lowered before driving back up into his balls. “Are you listening now, fatso?” her voice was shockingly dominant. “Kkk kkk!” Another long pause while she glared at him while letting him bask in her superiority. “You will not bother Bobby ever again, understood?” she asked. “Kkk kkk!” another croaked response and a deliberate pause to show her total control. I saw the sweat form on his brow as she rubbed her raised knee slowly back and forth at the apex of his legs. “You will not bother any of my friends, understood?” “kkkk kkk!” “I hope you’re listening good. Are you?” she stopped rubbing her knee against his balls with those big puppy-dog eyes staring into his face.